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Feed on her damask cheek; she pin’d in thought ;
Some are born great, some achieve greatness, and some have greatness thrust
The whirligig of time brings in his revenges.
MEASURE FOR MEASURE.
No ceremony that to great ones 'longs,
Why, all the souls that were, were forfeit once,
Quotations from Shakspere.
O, it is excellent
But man, proud man!
That in the captain's but a choleric word,
The sense of death is most in apprehension ;
Ay, but to die, and go we know not where ;
Imagine howling !-'tis too horrible !
V Take, oh ! take those lips away,
That so sweetly were forsworn ;
Lights that do mislead the morn;
Seals of love, but seal'd in vain, seal'd in vain ! *
MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING.
He is a very valiant trencher-man.
Friendship is constant in all other things,
* This song, slightly varied, with a concluding stanza, is given in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, “ The Bloody Brother.” Act v., Scene 2. The authorship of the song is doubtful; in all likelihood it was composed by some Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more,
Men were deceivers ever ;
To one thing constant never.
Sits the wind in that corner ?
Doth not the appetite alter? A man loves the meat in his youth, that he cannot endure in his age : Shall quips, and sentences, and these paper bullets of the brain, awe a man from the career of his humour ? No: the world must be peopled. When I said I would die a bachelor, I did not think I should live till I were married.
you good men and true?
They that touch pitch will be defiled.*
anonymous writer, and merely introduced into both plays. The concluding stanza in Beaumont and Fletcher's play, is thus :
“Hide, oh hide those hills of snow,
Which thy frozen bosom bears,
Are of those that April wears;
Bound in those icy chains by thee" * This expression occurs in the Apocrypha, Book of Ecclesiasticus, chap. xiii. verse 1:-" He that toucheth pitch shall be defiled therewith.”
Comparisons are odorous. *
When the age is in, the wit is out.
O, that he were here to write me down—an ass.
For there was never yet philosopher,
A MIDSUMMER NIGHT'S DREAM.
Earthlier happy is the rose distill'd,
* In a recent number of the AtheNÆUM a correspondent says—“I have more than once noticed the phrase, 'comparisons are odorous' assigned to Mrs. Malaprop, and in order to prevent the recurrence of such an error, arising no doubt from the habit of taking authorities on trust, I beg the ATHENÆUM to state that the author of the phrase is one Dogberry, and that the phrase occurs in the 5th scene of the 3d Act of “Much Ado about Nothing.' At the same time, I may append Mrs. Malaprop's words on the same subject—No caparisons, if you please, Miss. Caparisons don't become a young